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Chapter 59 Chapter 59 90% Quinlyn was the target this time, and Joseph wasn't about to let history repeat itself. Bur Quinlyn stayed surprisingly calm. She shook her head and said, Tve got this. I can handle it. She turned to see what he was holding.

"My mom made soatmeal and a bowl of seafood pasta, Joseph said, setting the food down on the table. "If you can't finish it, just leave it. Don't force yourself" He was still worried about the group chat and pressed on, "So, what's your plan to deal with this?" Quinlyn had been growing fast lately and was always hungry. She was alrearly thinking about digging in, but seeing Joseph's worried frown, she opened a program on her computer and started typing away.

Suddenly, the silent chat group cto life as people automatically accepted tasks. After Harrier logged off, satisfied, Quinlyn hacked into her phone and transferred all the backup records to her own computer Joseph had seen her computer skills before, but it was the first the'd felt her capabilities so directly. After a moment of stunned silence, he asked. “You just accepted all those tasks. What if no one does them tomorrow?" Quinlyn looked up at him. Her deep eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss, and her voice was eerily calm. "Someone will do them." The next day, Harriet left hfull of hope. As soon as she got to school, she greeted everyone warmly. "Good morning?" With her sweet face, it was hard to imagine she was the sperson who'd set up those bullying tasks online.

Her classmates were busy with homework and barely paid her any attention. Harriet didn't care. She'd already secured her college admission, so she looked down on everyone in her class.

'As long as they behave, she thought. She pulled out her chair and sat down, brushing her long hair aside with a confident smile.

But as she reached into her desk to grab her textbook, she felt something squishy. She pulled it out and stared into the eyes of a flattened dead frog.

Harriet screamed in shock, shaking off the dead frog and jumping up from her chair. In the next moment, however, she felt something heavy below her-the chair was glued to her skirt. She moved so fast that her school uniform tore right off.

Feeling the breeze behind her, she heard her classmates gasp and the boys whistle. Unable to stay any longer, she dashed out of the classroom with the chair still stuck to her.

She ran straight to the restroom, locked herself in a stall, and tried to calm down.

"How did this happen? Who did it? Damn it, I won't let them get away with this, she cursed, pullin female classmate to bring her a spare skirt.

out her phone to text a But after the message was sent, there was no reply. Harriet waited anxiously, and just as the school bell rang and she couldn't hold it any longer, she realized the stall door was jammed.

"Hey, is anyone there? The door's stuck, she shouted. Before she could say something else, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over her head. The half-melted ice seeped into her clothes, making her shiver.

Once again, she screamed, finally realizing she was being bullied After struggling for a while, Harriet managed to get the stall door open. Holding her torn skirt, she went to the sink, ready to confront whoever was behind this and ask if they weren't afraid of getting expelled.

But when she checked her phone, the chat group was gone. Not only that, but all the evidence she'd saved was gone too.

1/2 10:02 Wed, 19 Mar Chapter 59 "Why is this happening" she muttered to herself. The cold water made her lips turn blue, her feely iff, and her mind sluggish. Besides, she didn't even know the basics of hacking, let alone what had just happened She held on until noon when she finally found Romilly in the staff dormitory and told her the names of the students who might be involved.

After Romilly saw how miserable Harriet looked, her face turned serious. "Don't worry I'll look into this thoroughly and make sure you get justice." Harriet got a temporary break. After changing her clothes, she fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion. When she woke up. Romilly had returned, but her expression was a bit unusual.

"Did you catch them, Ms. Fawn? You have to report this to Mr. Adains. I'm an honor student, the school should take this seriously, right?" Harriet sat up, rubbing her eyes, still unaware of the full situation.

She assumed that with Romilly involved, the problem would be solved. But after she finished speaking, Romilly's gaze grew even more puzzled. She frowned slightly and said, "Harriet, are you sure those classmates were the ones bothering your Could it have been someone else?" Harriet was taken aback. “What do you mean? Are you saying I'm making false accusations?" "No, no, that's not it." Romilly quickly comforted her. "I know you feel wronged, but I checked the surveillance camera footage, and those students haven't even been near your desk all morning." "Then who messed with my desk and chair?" Harriet was skeptical. She'd assigned the tasks last night and knew exactly who had accepted them. She believed it was them who had bullied her.

Romilly promised to investigate further but, worried Harriet would get too emotional, suggested, "Why don't you go hand rest for now?"

"No way. I'm not backing down. I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I hide?" Harriet changed her clothes and walked straight out. Since Romilly wasn't effective, Harriet decided to uncover the truth herself.

When she got back to the classroom, it was tfor gym class, and most of her classmates were already on the field. Finding it empty, she turned around and ran downstairs.

"You're from Class I, right? Why are you late? Get in the running group now, or you'll have to run an extra lap." Harry, the teacher, shouted, blowing his whistle.

Harriet instinctively blended into the crowd and started running. As she ran, she thought about confronting O those classmates. Suddenly, she tripped over something and fell onto the rubber track. "Oh no!" Harriet cried out as she hit the ground. Before she could check her burning knees, she felt feet stepping on her, one after another.

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